.. that’s how long I made it without wearing pants to work. I started this job on July 7th of last year, and until today, had not once worn pants to the office. Today, I broke that streak with some shameful (but really cute) jeans I bought last weekend. I can see my lack of thigh-gap, and I am flummoxed.
No real updates on the lung front, other than my growing suspicion that I have tuberculosis. Going to a walk-in clinic was a waste of time, the sleep test was a waste of time, and everything is a giant fucking hassle. In the meantime, I still can’t sleep when I’m all rattly, and I’m coughing up jellyfish.
Pants, though. That’s the real news.